[Noreaga] *DeBarge sings in background*
Y'know what I mean? This for the woman, y'know what'm sayin? Coming up, just
trying to get a nut. Y'all really understand what we doing. Ya know? Y'all
understand that we hurting y'all, y'all come attatched. It's all good. This
one for y'all, y'know what I mean? Yo, ya know? Its crazy. We all together.
[Noreaga]
I used to cut pies, in front of my girl, now I apologized
The reason why: (My fault) she seen the red in my eyes
When I was cuttin it, feelin like the archives
Choppin it down, thinkin I'm, choosing my prize
Never hit the street with out my heat, boo, told me not to
Said, ";Paps, we know the jake 'ill try to knock you";
You do your thing, boo, I'll still be there, don't mean to knock you
I know its hard fuckin with a thug nigga like me
Thinkin would I get locked?
Come home tonight or not?
Black Princess, kiss you when I see you
White women suntan and try to be you
The ?Mellanin? in your skin, make it all see-through
Sometimes he hurt y'all, not understanding what we doing
Sweatin at the foul line like Pat Ewing
Yo from all the brothers
I dedicate to the mothers
My mother, grandmother of the Earth
If it wasn't for women, then it wouldn't be birth
What, its all real
Chorus [Chico DeBarge]
We're just some thug people (That's what we are)
That's what we are, trying hard to change the way we live
(Change the way we live)
But we can't take back, cause thats what we are
Trying hard to change the way life we live
[Noreaga]
Yo, yo, aiyyo, you got chronic? You got yours, I got mines
Lets get real high, light it all at the same time
Stop holdin, (hold it up) babe its your turn to roll it
I used to spend time outside with my dime
She be, rocking my chain, thinkin she shine
Straight beautiful, yo, I'm really glad that she mine
Kiss you on the forehead, cause yo, boo
This one for you
The stupid shit I did in the past, I didn't mean it
You know a nigga skinny, cause a nigga 'nemic
But when you cook, the way that it smell, the way that it look
Cause chef, plus you look good, that's off the hook
You go to school to
Sit back, or respect dude
Work you part-time, spendin your time around mine
I'm lovin you, thats why I wrote this rhyme
Flying in to Bell Harbor, when we need to shop
It's Cartier, Gucci, Gaultier, shit won't stop!
Chorus
[Noreaga]
Yo, its all good, I'm likin that two-hundred ?stand me?
It even flipped, when I was down in Miami
Called me on my cell phone, Jones like I'm still home
Tell me what your wearing girl, or what you look at pillin girl
Step into my life now, share my world
Thats what I like about you, you got faith in me
Be shining by yourself, with little lace with me
